He comes out of his office and walks all the way down to my cube, and picks up his as-yet-unopened mail. He asks me why I don't open his mail. I say, "I'm sorry, I've been working on other things all morning." He shrugs and walks away, leaving the unopened mail on my desk. I call after him, "Do you want this stuff?" He says, "Why don't you open it, and then I'll check it?"
He comes out of his office and walks all the way down to my cube, and picks up his as-yet-unopened mail. He asks me why I don't open his mail. I say, "I'm sorry, I've been working on other things all morning." He shrugs and walks away, leaving the unopened mail on my desk. I call after him, "Do you want this stuff?" He says, "Why don't you open it, and then I'll check it?"
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Farewell, LJ
So I guess I'm retiring this blog. Part of me feels like I need to make some sort of eulogy or something; part of me just wants to move on already.…
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Catching up
The first sentence of this post was "Finally, some breathing room," and then as I was in the middle of the second sentence I got handed…
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Kinda hard to imagine Thomas Pynchon (and not, say, Tom Robbins) writing this paragraph, but there it is on p. 99 of "Inherent Vice":…
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